Date: Sat, 16 Jan 2010 15:33:05 -0800 (PST)
From: R Ranger <bn2rumpranger (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Christmas Cocks Chapter 28

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Christmas Cocks
By The Rumpranger

Chapter 28: What The Fuck, Over

After spending a weekend at Mike parent's ranch we returned to San Antonio
on Sunday where we set up a quasi-housekeeping arrangement together. That
is, I kept all my Army gear in my room on post so as to not arouse
suspicions, but my civilian clothing what little I had was kept at Mike's
apartment in my own bedroom, just in case the Army cops decided to make an
unannounced visit. I also kept a shaving and toiletry kit in my room on
post. This way I was just Mike's roommate, but still they might want to
bust us on fraternization charges if they ever discovered that we were
living together.

When we began living together in a man on man relationship, sharing our
lives we were very happy over the weeks after returning to San Antonio. We
discussed our future together and how we were going to handle deployments
and separation when it came. Neither of us believed in gay marriage for
several reasons, but we wanted to remain together as a couple for as long
as we could stand each other.

We managed to keep our relationship on the down low; only a select few of
our friends outside the Army knew we were a gay couple. No one on post knew
about us. We went about our lives as usual; me going through my medical
training program while Mike did his permanent party thing. We both
continued taking classes at the university and socializing with
friends. I'd been invited to spend Thanksgiving with Mike's family and
accepted.

Thanksgiving fell on a Thursday, so we left Fort Sam on Wednesday evening,
neither of us having duty, driving to Mike's folk's ranch. We planned on
spending the full four days holiday down there with his family for the
Thanksgiving event. I'd never spent a holiday with a Hispanic family
before, but I was about to and felt sure I would gain a few pounds and be
exposed to a different culture.

Thanksgiving Day there must have been at least fifty people gathered at
Mike's mom and dad's house for dinner. There were some who arrived a little
early than others and some who stayed overnight; therefore, Mike and I were
forced to share his bedroom with his teenage brothers for a couple nights,
which was no big thing. The whole thing kind of reminded me of sleeping
with my cousins during a big holiday when I was younger.

After the holiday we drove back to San Antonio on Sunday afternoon. While
at Mike's parents they invited me to spend Christmas leave with them. I
told them I had to check with my family before I could give them a definite
yes. Mike and I discussed the Christmas holiday period at length numerous
times; however, in the end I decided that I was going to my aunt and uncles
up north and he was going to spend Christmas break with his parents.

Mike wanted to fly up and be with me for at least New Year's Eve and Day,
but he had duty between Christmas Day and New Year's Eve. Being together
over the holidays wasn't in the cards for us. Neither one of us was happy,
but we'd make the best out of things.

I would leave Christmas Eve morning; Mike planned on driving me to the
airport in San Antonio. Once I arrived in St. Louis I'd be met and driven
back in time to enjoy Christmas Eve festivities in our small town. I
planned spending ten days up north and then fly back to San Antonio on
Sunday the third of January. Mike told me he'd pick me up, however I should
call him to firm up a pickup time. Mike and I agreed to call each other
while we were apart and we did. Once I landed at the airport I called him
to let him know I'd arrived safely. For some reason I had an uneasy feeling
that my Christmas leave wasn't going to be what it had been the year
before.

My dad, uncle and Timmy met me at the airport. Timmy was eager to see
me. We had to wait for Danny who arrived an hour and fifteen minutes after
I did at the same airport in St. Louis, so we all rode back together. Danny
and I had a lot of Army stuff to talk about. I felt good that mom and dad
were going to be spending the holidays with us, but not all the aunt,
uncles and cousins were there as they had been the prior Christmas.

After we arrived at my aunt and uncles there were hugs and kisses all
around before Danny, Timmy and I escaped upstairs where I told them about
Mike. I began showing them photos of Mike and me as well as my motorcycle
and San Antonio before we took the Christmas wagon ride into town. We must
have spent a couple hours talking about Mike and other things. My cousin
Danny tried to talk me into joining to his Ranger battalion as a medic
after I completed my medical training. I told him I'd think about it. What
I really wanted was to stay at Fort Sam as long as possible with Mike.

Just before we took off in the big old decorated Christmas wagon for town I
called Mike wishing him a Merry Christmas, telling him I wished he were
with me and I loved him. I called again just before Mike went to Christmas
Mass with his family; also while on the phone I wished his mom and sister
Merry Christmas, telling them all that I loved them.

We celebrated a great Christmas Eve as usual and then went back to the
house. Along the way Timmy kept coping a feel under the blankets as we rode
along, asking if being with Mike was going to stop us from getting
together. I assured him that I was more than willing to engage in a little
extracurricular horseplay with him and Danny.

When we arrived back at the house there was only the three of us that would
be sleeping in Danny's room which had now become Timmy's room. We fooled
around a little sexually before falling asleep, but the day's activities
prevented any real suck or fuck play. There was going to be plenty of time
after Christmas for that type stuff between us, but it was not going to be
the same as the year before.

Oh sure, there was going to be sex with my two cousins and a couple others
that came over in the days after Christmas, but not the scene that we had
indulged in the prior Christmas when I was on leave straight out of
basic. My great uncle who had heart surgery during the last visit was
there. The gothic cousin and his parents weren't in attendance which didn't
really bother me.

Christmas morning came with the usual big breakfast and then other
relatives and friends began arriving. We all congregated in the living room
and parlor to open gifts and sing carols while drinking hot coco or
coffee. By noon we kicked off our annual family football game. Around four
the women began calling us in to get ready for Christmas dinner. Before
dinner I called Mike. He sounded very happy. Over the next few days holiday
events came and went.

Timmy slipped me his big fat cock three times and Danny fucked me a couple
times too. Of course I reciprocated. By New Year's Eve we were all feeling
well sucked and fucked. Thursday we began preparing for New Year's Eve
festivities. I called Mike to wish him a Happy New Year and told him I'd
try to call him at midnight. Of course I told him I loved him. I tried
calling Mike just before midnight but got no answer so I left him a Happy
New Year's message on his voice mail.

I tired calling him at his folks, but they said he went back to Fort Sam
early. Apparently, one of his buddies had offered him a hefty price to take
duty on New Year's Day. I tried again New Years Day with no luck, but
assumed he'd turned off his cell while on duty. I left another message. I
tried his cell and his folk's phone on New Year's Day, no luck.

Again I tried several more times to call Mike, no luck. Seems I'd lost cell
phone contact with Mike on New Year's Eve. I needed to keep in contact with
him because he was supposed to pick me up at the airport when I
retuned. Sunday morning came and it was time to fly back to San
Antonio. There was still no word from Mike.

I landed at the airport and took a taxi to Fort Sam. As soon as I got to my
room there was a note taped to my door commanding me to call the duty
ASAP. I was then to report to the Provost Marshal's office ASAP where I was
to contact a Mr. Stall at C.I.D. My first reaction was what the fuck,
over. I threw my bag in my room on the bed and called the duty officer
regarding the note. He told me to get into a fresh duty uniform ASAP and
stay put he was sending the duty vehicle over to pick me up and take me to
the PMG office. That was all the information he could give me.

I got into a clean duty uniform and then went outside to wait for the duty
driver. Once he arrived two MPs handcuffed me and whisked me off to the
duty office where I was met by Mr. Stall a senior criminal investigator
with Army C.I.D. The two uniformed MPs that handcuffed stood on both sides
of me at all times while the C.I.D. guy read me a brief summary of my
rights, basically I was Mirandized.

No one would tell me what I was being arrested for nor would the Army cops
give me any information. I was taken to PMG Headquarters where I was put
into an interrogation room with one hand handcuffed to a steel table that
was securely mounted in the floor. An MP gave me a cup of lukewarm coffee
and told me an investigator would be with me shortly. Well, shit I thought
to myself what the fuck had I done.

The investigator, Mr. Stall, who I'd met earlier, entered the room where he
began reading my rights under Article 31 Uniform Code Military Justice. He
read through the whole thing and then asked me if he could interview me. I
asked, "What the fuck is goin on?"

"You don't ask the questions rat shit, I do!" The investigator snapped
back.

Having a little schooling under my belt I wasn't going to be intimidated by
some asshole C.I.D. agent on a fishing expedition. "I'll take an attorney
at this point before I answer any further questions," I said sternly.

"Okay, you little punk fucking asshole I'll send you down in the hole for a
month or so. That's how long it may take me to get you an attorney. No
telling what may happen to you in there you little rat shit bastard."

I knew this guy was trying to bulldoze me, blowing smoke up my ass, but I
let him have his say. I'd go to the holding cell and Monday morning I get a
JAG attorney to advise me. I still had no idea what or why I'd been
arrested or was being held. I hadn't done anything illegal that I was aware
of; unless these goons were gonna try to bust me on a fraternization beef
or maybe a homosexuality thing. Maybe that is why I couldn't get hold of
Mike. Maybe they already had him in custody. The MP came and got me and
took me to the holding cell, throwing an OD green blanket at me. I slept in
a jail cell for the first time in my life.

I knew that whatever I was going be charged with was pretty a pretty
serious offense, because I was not being charged under Article 15, non
Judicial punishment at the local command level. During Basic all new
trainees are given a broad overview of the Uniformed Code of Military
Justice as well as Code of Conduct, Geneva Convention and other legal
issues. The brief class addresses certain articles in the UCMJ. Trainees
were advised about the different degrees of punishment under the UCMJ such
as Article 15 (Non Judicial) as well as Summary, Special or General Court
Martial. I went to sleep not knowing what Monday would hold.